!!HAPPY ENDING!!
Meet - (𝐘/𝐧) 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, an ordinary young woman who unexpectedly finds herself transported into the fantastical realm of Harry Potter as the fraternal twin sister of Ron Weasley.
With no knowledge of how the story will unfol...
In the middle of the night, Harry awoke from his dreams, his mind filled with visions of his parents and Mrs. Weasley's cries echoing in his ears. The corridor he had been dreaming about all summer seemed to haunt him even in his sleep. Thirsty and restless, he decided to get some water and quietly left his bed. Ron was fast asleep, undisturbed by Harry's movements. As he descended the stairs, the house remained enveloped in an eerie darkness, devoid of any flickering candlelight. The portraits along the walls snored peacefully as Harry passed by, casting ghostly silhouettes on the dimly lit staircase.
Entering the kitchen, he was taken aback when he heard a sound, as if someone was rummaging through the dresser. Who could be searching for something at this hour? And what was that mysterious figure looking for? Harry's curiosity got the better of him, and he approached silently. In the faint glow, his eyes struggled to make out the figure, but he could tell it was short.
"Kreacher?" he asked tentatively, assuming it was the house-elf. The figure abruptly stopped rummaging and seemed to look in his direction. "Are you insulting me?" came the familiar voice he didn't expect. Suddenly, a grin spread across Harry's face.
"Er... no, I... I thought you were Kreacher because I couldn't see you clearly," he stammered, trying to explain himself.
"Are you implying that I'm ugly?" (Y/n) retorted.
"No! No, that's not what I meant," Harry hastily replied. "It's just... you're short."
"Short?" she said incredulously, followed by a disbelieving "huh."
"You're not tall yourself!" she retorted, and Harry couldn't help but chuckle, even in the darkness, visualizing her expression. "Right, sorry," he apologized. "But what were you doing here anyway? And at this hour?"
"What about you? Why are you here? You should be sleeping," she countered, her voice filled with genuine concern.
"Can't sleep, nightmares," Harry admitted, his voice heavy with the weight of his troubled dreams.
"Oh," (Y/n) responded, her tone softening. "Is it about... Cedric?" she hesitantly asked, knowing the pain that memory held for Harry. His heart swelled with sorrow as he remembered Cedric, the loss still fresh in his mind.
"No," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. "It's... different."
"Er... Do you want to talk about it?" she offered, her voice gentle and comforting.
